Things That Go Hump in the Night by Grand Buffet Lyrics
[Verse, rap: Jackson]
Prepare to double date, tolerate pain
Evade formidable foes in portable games
I'm looking over the edge of a carnival ride
At the machine operator, clean cut and qualified
Pathological tea cup jockey
Half my life, racking points up at air hockey
I emerge from a cloud of hickory smoke
To ride mechanical bulls at fictional watering holes
Golden ages, theirs for the taking
Old souls not yet content on vacating
Ice skating with wildlife watching
Figure eight turns, devoid of all caution
Password pad fusion, fuck raffle tickets
Chips are down natural habitat digits
I'll read 'em and weep while my snake bite swells
Cool cucumber bobbing my head to the death bells
[Chorus, sung: Jackson and Jared]
This one is for the clubs, we wanna turn you up
Put on your dancing shoes, let us reprogram you
[Verse, rap: Jackson]
The tree vines broke, now the action's moving
Counter-clockwise down the local rockslide
Tastefully hog-tied, looking on the brightside
Shit-eating wide-toothed grin, ready to win
Unlimited power, making fire with sticks
Eating wild plants, procuring water from hot piss
Bad soap paintings on cinema windows
Generation neon alien-head scarecrows
Billy Blanks bathwater energy drinks
I'd spend money on that, all the real emcees lip-sync
I talk about stuff that never happened to me
The public demands it so I'm telling it accurately
God sent a mean hail storm my way
I counteracted with a dirty sack of diapers on his highway
When I die, I don't need a fancy pine box
Throw my body in the Buick, tune the radio to classic rock
[Chorus]
This one is for the clubs, we wanna turn you up
Put on your dancing shoes, let us reprogram you
Someone's inside the house and all the lights are out
Something does not feel right, things that go hump in the night
[x4]
Things that go hump in the night [x2]
Prepare to double date, tolerate pain
Evade formidable foes in portable games
I'm looking over the edge of a carnival ride
At the machine operator, clean cut and qualified
Pathological tea cup jockey
Half my life, racking points up at air hockey
I emerge from a cloud of hickory smoke
To ride mechanical bulls at fictional watering holes
Golden ages, theirs for the taking
Old souls not yet content on vacating
Ice skating with wildlife watching
Figure eight turns, devoid of all caution
Password pad fusion, fuck raffle tickets
Chips are down natural habitat digits
I'll read 'em and weep while my snake bite swells
Cool cucumber bobbing my head to the death bells
[Chorus, sung: Jackson and Jared]
This one is for the clubs, we wanna turn you up
Put on your dancing shoes, let us reprogram you
[Verse, rap: Jackson]
The tree vines broke, now the action's moving
Counter-clockwise down the local rockslide
Tastefully hog-tied, looking on the brightside
Shit-eating wide-toothed grin, ready to win
Unlimited power, making fire with sticks
Eating wild plants, procuring water from hot piss
Bad soap paintings on cinema windows
Generation neon alien-head scarecrows
Billy Blanks bathwater energy drinks
I'd spend money on that, all the real emcees lip-sync
I talk about stuff that never happened to me
The public demands it so I'm telling it accurately
God sent a mean hail storm my way
I counteracted with a dirty sack of diapers on his highway
When I die, I don't need a fancy pine box
Throw my body in the Buick, tune the radio to classic rock
[Chorus]
This one is for the clubs, we wanna turn you up
Put on your dancing shoes, let us reprogram you
Someone's inside the house and all the lights are out
Something does not feel right, things that go hump in the night
[x4]
Things that go hump in the night [x2]